Legend of Swordsman Chapter 5088: Destroy and resurrect

From the initial calm and triumphant change to an unspeakable sadness, Gongzijiao felt a sense of trance about what happened.

But nothing can be changed.

Chang Fu turned his head, his eyes calm.

The long arms, which are already hanging down, are like a supreme fairy mountain at this moment, facing the black robe with an unimaginable trend.

He seemed to have transformed into Changfu Mountain, suppressing all enemies that came.

With Chang Fu as the center, the sound of great destruction resounded deeply.

He held the black robe with his hand, and only burning divine flames remained in his furious eyes.

"You are definitely not a fairy, nor do you belong here."

Leaving these last words, Chang Fu burned completely, and the foundation of the fairy source belonging to the Ninth Rank Dayan Immortal was completely shattered.

The black robe wanted to break free, but couldn't break free at all.

This is the last thought that belongs to the Ninth Rank Dayan Immortal, and it can cause the powerful of the same realm to die together.

The immortal source of Rank Nine Dayan Immortal was smashed. It was too terrifying. Even the aftermath could easily kill Dayan Immortal, let alone the Heavenly Domain.

However, all the heavenly planes in the entire southwestern direction of Da Mitian have long been destroyed, leaving only an eternal blank.

Even so, the whole vast expanse is still in chaos.

Unimaginable death, swallowing everything.

The son Jiao, who was hundreds of millions of miles away from the battlefield, felt an irresistible pressure swept over him.

His throat sweetened, and then he flew backwards again.

However, in a mysterious time, even on the edge of such destruction, the only small half of the seat panel in Sancun Mountain survived without any damage.

The complete death of the Ninth Rank Dayan Immortal lasted an extremely long time.

Eternal death and nothingness became the main color.

"Cough, cough...Is it all over?"

The dark gold armor was shattered, and the young man in a miserable situation stood up from the edge of destruction, leaving only bitterness in his eyes.

More than sixty quasi-dayan immortals who followed him, there are only more than fifty left at this moment, and nearly twenty quasi-dayan immortals have turned into powder in this blast.

"His Royal Highness, let's retreat and go to the Heavenly Court to ask the emperor for help." You Zhun Dayanxian whispered advice.

"Let me see who dares to retire!" The son yelled coldly, his expression gloomy, "No one can retire unless this matter is found out!"

"Promise." All the quasi-dayan immortals nodded and dared not say more.

Then, the son took a group of quasi-dayan immortals and went straight to the center of the blast.

At the center of the blast, everything seemed to have entered a state of chaos.

The hovering blood and broken clothes all showed that a tragic battle broke out here.

"All gone?"

Looking at the scene in front of him, the son was stunned, "Chang Fu, really disappeared?"

Chang Fu has disappeared, and the black robe has disappeared completely.

This supreme war seems to be over now.

At this time, the quasi-dayan fairy behind Gongzi Jiao carefully noticed that a hair-like mist was slowly moving and gathering.

"Hall, your lord, things seem a bit bad."

It is still the former quasi-dayan immortal, he felt a kind of heart palpitations recovering.

The son frowned and twisted his brows tightly. He was about to scold him, only to find that in the center of the blast, layers of black light had gathered!

The gathering of black awns, a heart-pounding imprisoning force is coming again!

Young Master Jiao's eyes widened to the fullest, it was an extremely terrifying aura!

Black robe! Black robe!

The black robe that was destroyed together by Changfu at the cost of the death of the foundation of Xianyuan, unexpectedly recovered again.

He appears again like an immortal nightmare.

The dark purple Huamang surged around him, extremely strange.

"Withdraw!"

Without any stay, the son retreated frantically, "Retreat quickly!"

But it's too late. Reuniting the revival of the fairy goddess, with just one palm, wiped out the twenty quasi-dayan gods!

All this happened so quickly that there was no time to react.

The dark purple light beams with the thickness of nearly a thousand fingers protruded from under the black robe, descending like a dense net covering the sky.

Then, nearly thirty more quasi-dayan immortals had no time to escape, were constrained, and then exhausted their luck!

The son was so frightened that he escaped desperately.

After coming and going, there are more than 60 quasi-dayan immortals who have followed, only 13 are left!

And this number is still decreasing.

Because the dark purple light beam swallowed Yanli's luck too fast, and it crazily eroded all Yanxian.

Eleven.

Ten places.

Seven...

Three!

The son Jiao escaped frantically, but desperately found that the dense net was covering the sky.

Once you are entangled and swallowed, you will be powerless!

"Damn it, what the **** is this!" His eyes were cracked, but there was nothing he could do.

When the last quasi-dayan immortal was swallowed, the young master was already in danger!

The dense net made up of dark purple pyrotechnic beams obscures the sky and the sun, already besieging it.

Although it is a quasi-dayan immortal, the son Jiao very clearly knows that everything is already powerless.

However, at this moment of life and death, an extremely familiar breath of strength suddenly appeared.

Gong Zijiao only felt a tight waist, and then his whole figure escaped out of the dense net of the sky at an unimaginable speed.

"Sword, Jian Wushuang?!"

Uncertainly, he shouted subconsciously.

Jian Wushuang turned his head and glanced at the young master, then dragged him towards the last remaining Sancunshan Tianyu.

With a "plop", Jian Wushuang threw him directly on the top of the mountain.

The remaining half of the celestial plane may be overthrown at any time, and the remaining disciples are also desperate.

The **** craftsman Xu Tuo and Nan Xuan have awakened. Under the nourishment of the Di Pin Pill, they both recovered 70% to 80%, but they still can't compare with Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, Jian Wushuang has returned to his peak state. If it weren't for Jiu Tian Yi Xuan to be somewhat damaged, no one would have thought that he had experienced a life-and-death crisis before.

"That guy is coming to us." The craftsman Xu Tuo said hoarsely.

Nan Xuan clutched his chest, frowned and said, "It's really a ghost."

Jian Wushuang looked at the black robe that was approaching, and then whispered, "Senior, you take them away. Let me here. I will buy you enough time."

Xu Tuo was taken aback, then shook his head, "How can I go back?"

"If you don't retreat, you will die in vain. I hope you can understand that all causes are because of me, and I should be responsible."

Leaving these last words, Jian Wushuang didn't stop at all, leaning forward to face the black robe.

"Um, what the little friend said is right, you will die in vain if you stay here, so let's go." Nan Xuan persuaded, and then slowly got up.

"I'll go with the little friends and buy some time for you together, so you can leave soon."

The craftsman Xu Tuo looked sad, looked at Jian Wushuang's back, and finally sighed in silence.